Lion Head Mesa devil like me

scorned, it felt. perhaps it was the stress already wearing her thin that his words felt sharp. pointed. prodding for a sensitive spot in an already wounded pharaoh.

she must become steel.

the once shabti. treva. she shows her anger. a soft sneer upon her features that softened just as quick. i have given her until the next dawn to gather her things, say goodbyes and be gone from here.

she should have ordered the woman dead.